"Ninth Aunt, Qingluo wants to plant some sorghum."
Lin Qingluo was excited and smiled sweetly, "Can I try planting it in Ninth Aunt's vegetable garden first?"
"Sure, whatever you want to plant is fine."
Ninth Lady Lin agreed readily without any hesitation: "It's just a small vegetable patch. I'll pull out the radishes and we can have dumplings for dinner tonight."
"No need to pull them all out."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered with gratitude as she affectionately hugged Ninth Lady's arm, "Qingluo is just testing the seeds. I'm not even sure if they can sprout."
"If little sister wants to plant, the seeds will definitely sprout."
Lin Jinzhou didn't even think before responding.
"Mmm, I think so too."
Lin Jinxu nodded in natural agreement, "There's nothing little sister can't do."
"Ah, you two brothers, you think too highly of me."
Lin Qingluo's smile froze, and she was sweating cold bullets.
Why does this sound so familiar?
Unnecessary flattery, it's started again.
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